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Frank William Finney is the author of the chapbooks Birds in a Boneyard (Bainbridge Island Press, 2025), The Folding of the Wings (FLP Books, 2022), and two collections published in Thailand. His most recent collection is Preludes to Lethe (Kelsay Books, 2026).
Originally from Massachusetts, he taught literature at Thammasat University in Thailand from 1995 until 2020. His poems appear in numerous publications including Brussels Review, Green Mountains Review, Orbis, The Penmen Review, The Plentitudes, Poetry Habitat, Shine International Poetry Series, Slipstream Magazine.
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What do we inherit? What do we refuse? The spice box in your kitchen cabinet, a lullaby in your mother tongue, old foxing letters from an address you can never return to. Gold as dignity, silk as remembrance and brass as ritual. A word, a phrase, a prayer.
Poetry lovers, today I am pleased to shine the spotlight on Frank Finney. Frank brings us a clever piece entitled "Pulcinella del Giorno." For context, according to online sources, Pulcinella is a...
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Ruesi I shun the news. I quit the scroll. I've cancelled all deliveries. And still I know what's going on beyond these narrow streets....
by Frank William Finney
Poems I. You rode the prancer without the reins: I trailed you on a gelding. We saw the faces come and go till all the spinning stopped. II. Back in the days of five and dimes, we pushed the squeaky racks around looking for that perfect card.
Frank William Finney What's to Expect? Nobody's talking about those anteaterswe found in a box by the cat food.The clerk in the creep capasked if they really ate antsand said a whole armyof them ruined his watermelons.What's to expectwhen you shop in a chainstorelink by link by linkby link?
The light grows dim on memory lane.Spiders rule the attic.